"No, my blossom; if he were here to see, he would soon alter it; but God has taken him from us. Still, child, we must be wise and do the best we can. You see you have been used to service all your life till you married my Jack, and I can't help thinking it would suit you better than this close needlework."
"But there's my Maggie!"
"True, I don't forget her; but you could earn good wages as a nurse, child. There's Mary at Mrs. Arundel's, how nice she gets on."
"But I should have to leave my Maggie," said Margaret, shaking her head; "I don't think I could do that, mother, even with you."
"I would take good care of the child, that you know. And my little bit of washing would keep the home over our heads; if only I could get more of it."
"Yes; there is nothing to be got in our village; but, mother, she was sent me by God, and while He gives me strength, I will try to bring her up for Him. No one must take my duty while He spares me."
"So be it, Margaret; then we must wait God's time. We have never really wanted yet."
That evening as they sat at tea, which was their favourite meal, the postman came up the garden. "Why here's a letter from Mary!" exclaimed the grandmother joyfully. "I didn't expect one to-day."
"So it is; and it is for me, mother."
"Well, to be sure; what does she say, child?"